There’s something strangely sacred about mornings.
Something that we’ve come to take for granted not realising the full significance of what it is we’re actually experiencing.
Each rising of the sun, like a conductor, conducting an orchestra
Each morning, you find each member of that orchestra responding in kind
In perfect unison, a harmony, that keeps the world so finely tuned.
The birds toil overhead, tweeting away
The plants exhale, almost as if breathing a sigh of relief that they’ve been blessed again with the dawning of a new day
Gifting us the oxygen we need to sustain life.
The animals too respond, they stretch, they prepare for the hunt, they thirst, nurse their young or even retire to rest.
But what can’t be denied
Is that each morning brings with it undoubted change - and you can’t help but recognise and pay homage to it.
A cosmic shift that tells you that you are at a significant moment in time
A moment filled with possibility.
An opportunity to do good and make things right
An opportunity to let go and start again
A sacred moment, unlike any other.
And the best way to honour the sacred, is with a moment of silence.
To bow your head in awe and humble yourself before the majesty that is before you
To recognise the great opportunity a new day affords you
The blessing it bestows upon you.
And to then, also respond in kind.
To join the chorus and sing along with the harmony that is the fullness of creation and the fullness of life itself